Sunday, 20 May 2012

Week 47 Wrap Up

A dame walked through my door. She was all legs and pedicured hooves, her hair done up in femme-fatale style. She was going to be trouble, and I knew it. I also knew I was going to take the case anyway, sucker that I am.

I mean, uh, welcome, everypony! I hope you're ready for the dark, the dim, the obscure, and the byzantine. For you see, you all have submitted an amazing number of tenebrous ponies - far more than might have been expected; like shades looming suddenly in the dark, taking us unawares.

So, come, all, and look upon these dark, these introspective, these many wonderful entries!